Re: Mafia: The Last Resort [N1: All Out of Ink]
09-03-2011, 05:44 PM
As everyone descends from their bedrooms to the dining room to enjoy their breakfast, it is not without a certain level of disquiet. And not without reason, as it soon becomes apparent that someone is missing from the breakfast table.
Almost as soon as this knowledge had rippled through the guests everyone leapt up and made their way (not without considerable speed) to the room of the missing guest.
Upon entering, everything seems at it should. Everything, that is, except for the lack of a person. People immediately fan out, looking at the contents of the room. It doesn't take long for an unfortunate to elect to look inside the bathroom.
There are no screams this time. It was what everyone was expecting, more or less, but they can't help but be stunned into silence.
The first thing you would notice in this room is the message, a startling red, scrawled on the otherwise pristine walls. There is no surprise in the nature of the liquid used to write it.
ARE YOU GOING TO TRUST YOUR HEART? OR YOUR MIND?
Below it in the double sink there sits two bloodstained organs, one in each. The left holds a heart, the arteries and blood vessels torn as if it had been ripped straight from someone's chest. The congealed blood dulls the gleam of the tissue, but there is no mistaking it.
The right sink holds, somewhat predictably, the brain of the deceased. It's less recognisable, separated clumps of grey clinging to wall and the sides of the sink. There's blood here too, but its almost irrelevant when placed next to the horror of this mutilated essence of a person.
Someone pushes the bathroom door open a little more, and the bath comes into view. And there it is: the body. An arm rests languidly on the side of the bath, and a head can be seen, but the rest of the corpse is submerged in blood.
Schazer was the Interceptor. Going by the name of Sarah Black, she was afflicted with absolute muteness. This gave her impressive powers of listening, and at the start of every day she would receive snippets of conversations that had taken place at night. She was Town aligned.
With another dead, the need to find the perpetrators becomes all the more important. Grimly, the guests return to the ground floor of the hotel to try again.
With 18 alive, it takes 10 to lynch and 6 to soft lynch. The day will end on 8 September at 8PM GMT.
Almost as soon as this knowledge had rippled through the guests everyone leapt up and made their way (not without considerable speed) to the room of the missing guest.
Upon entering, everything seems at it should. Everything, that is, except for the lack of a person. People immediately fan out, looking at the contents of the room. It doesn't take long for an unfortunate to elect to look inside the bathroom.
There are no screams this time. It was what everyone was expecting, more or less, but they can't help but be stunned into silence.
The first thing you would notice in this room is the message, a startling red, scrawled on the otherwise pristine walls. There is no surprise in the nature of the liquid used to write it.
ARE YOU GOING TO TRUST YOUR HEART? OR YOUR MIND?
Below it in the double sink there sits two bloodstained organs, one in each. The left holds a heart, the arteries and blood vessels torn as if it had been ripped straight from someone's chest. The congealed blood dulls the gleam of the tissue, but there is no mistaking it.
The right sink holds, somewhat predictably, the brain of the deceased. It's less recognisable, separated clumps of grey clinging to wall and the sides of the sink. There's blood here too, but its almost irrelevant when placed next to the horror of this mutilated essence of a person.
Someone pushes the bathroom door open a little more, and the bath comes into view. And there it is: the body. An arm rests languidly on the side of the bath, and a head can be seen, but the rest of the corpse is submerged in blood.
Schazer was the Interceptor. Going by the name of Sarah Black, she was afflicted with absolute muteness. This gave her impressive powers of listening, and at the start of every day she would receive snippets of conversations that had taken place at night. She was Town aligned.
With another dead, the need to find the perpetrators becomes all the more important. Grimly, the guests return to the ground floor of the hotel to try again.
With 18 alive, it takes 10 to lynch and 6 to soft lynch. The day will end on 8 September at 8PM GMT.